We power keepers hold the keyTo turn your negativityInto sun... And lightWe'll do this trick tonightWherever these four demons goIn every city on the roadThe stage is a conduitTo turn the other bands to shitWe are the top up of the worldGiving hints to boys and girlsTelling them stupendous storiesYo, bro, we got gloryListen to that magic bassGaze at my majestic faceOur new block beat will knock you deadWe need wheelbarrows for our heads!Chorus:Right on!I am the master factI'll tell you how to actI see everythingEncompass all your dreamsI'll say what's bad and goodSo, right on!Right on!Oh myself, myself, myselfThere are no words that could quite tellHow deep I am to know for youWhat to speak and think and doSo fall and praise the Pods' bright namePlay our delicious little gameGod and Satan both agreeEverything begins with me!ChorusBig pay to puck pa ba dabyBig pay to puck pa pa daBig ba to bick bo da beeperBig bay to bo ba ba daPibbedi bop ba do bop ba beeperPibbedi dot to bo ba ba daBob bop bop to bo bop ba ditaBa ba ba ba bo da da da